Oscar as the Chosen Undead, and later, as Oscar Pine

He was once a wolf... A member of the undead legion... Until he chooses to save himself over helping his fellow Abyss watchers. A Deserter like him deserves no better fate than death... But now... In this new "better" world. Will he find redemption for all the wrong he did? Or will he once again. Abandon the people who put their trust in him... The story about Hawkwood in RWBY.

I don't own any thing from dark souls or RWBY. Summary: a story about two dumbasses from Canada and the people who had to put up with them in Remnants. M rate cause I rather be safe than banned.

Third one shot in my upcoming series. Oscar of Astora's hope is renewed by the one he saved in the Undead Asylum.

In the land of Remnant, there has been passed down a tale through centuries that dates to the creation of the four kingdoms, a knight roams the lands with no purpose nor objective established. Few have attempted to talk to him and many attacked him due to his mysterious nature. None survived against him in battle. (Powerful OC)

He has given his all to quench the Flame of Chaos, yet he failed. Another took up his role and finished the job. Now, awaken again in an age not of his, what will he do? This is the story of The Ivory King in Remnant. I'm so bad at summary. Rated M just to be sure.

When one wishes to preserve what they love, they may stop at nothing to keep them alive. This was the case with Ragnar of Izalith, a young knight who had sacrificed himself to the First Flame to preserve the lives of those he loved most. But he did not get what he was expecting. Instead of final death, he is transported into the future, to face the consequences of his mistakes.

The darkness of the Abyss seeks new land after it has consumed Lothric. Kayne, a Watchdog of Farron's Keep follows the darkness to try and stop it in its tracks and ends up in a new world called Remnant. It is up to him and the hunters and huntresses of Beacon to stop their advances. A reboot to Watchdog of Remnant.

Any desire Jaune once had for fame and glory as a huntsman had died with him in Lordran, many times over in both cases. But with creatures of the Abyss running rampant in his original world, the undead knight must take up his sword and pursue his first goal in order to fight off the darkness once again.

A Rose finds herself in a land of knights, gods, dragons and souls. A never ending journey that can never be taken back. The cursed fate spares no one, may the flames guide her way.

Jaune of Astora thought his adventure had ended. He had succeeded Gwyn, linked the First Flame, and staved off the darkness for just a while longer. Now he is reborn into a new world with a new set of foes to face.

The Chosen Undead Sent to Remnant? Such originality the likes of which you've never seen? Feast your eyes on this bastion of creativity! Why it's enough to make a man- Ok so it's not the most original idea but quite frankly I enjoyed writing it but I don't think I could convince you to read it unless you, well, read it.

As it turns out, lighting the Kiln of the First Flame wasn't all it's cracked up to be. However, the Chosen Undead and a few other 'friends' find themselves thrusted into Remnant! In a world full of Dust, guns, and not nearly as much death as they're used to, how will our favorite undead handle their new home?

The journey is almost over. All he had to do was deliver the Blood of the Dark Soul to the Painter in Ariandel so that he and all the others can live in a new, safer world. However, not everything is meant to be as he is soon stopped by pursuers of the Dark Soul and engulfed in a strange light alongside the Painter, leaving them in this world of vibrant colors.

The journey is almost over, all he had to do was deliver the blood of the Dark Soul of Man to the Painter in Ariandel so that he and all the others can live in a new and safer world. A world where the cycle could end. However, before he was able to accomplish such a goal, a strange light consumed both the Knight and the Painter, leaving them in this strange world of vibrant colors.

The Chosen Undead thought a trip centuries back in time to the ancient land of Oolacile would be the oddest incident he was ever involved in, yet an encounter with the primordial man sent him to a place beyond his understanding. With a new, shattered moon amidst the stars, he's left searching for a way back to Lordran. He had a destiny to fufill, after all. He was chosen.

What if the chosen Undead didn't light the fire or let the world go in darkness? What if instead, he made a different choice to change the world not the best summary I know

Gwyn, Lord of Cinder lay dead at the Chosen Undead's feet, his body merging with the ash of the wasteland surrounding them. With that, it was over, and he could finally feel the embrace of death. Or, that's what was supposed to happen, things could never be so simple. Perhaps, he thought, it's better to hollow than live in this nightmare...

I doesn't matter how much time passes or how many things change, somethings are simple ingrained into the world. Conflict in every era is a simple truth, but maybe the key to ending this eras conflict lies in a relics from a past one. T for violence, language and/or suggestive themes.

It was over. The Flame was extinguished, putting an end to the endless cycle of death and rebirth. But as the Firekeeper said, "One day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness. Like embers, linked by lords past." With a final sigh, the Ashen One stood and sank his blade into the ground, forever her watcher as darkness settled. "Ashen One, hearest thou my voice, still?"

The Lord of Hollows has a kingdom, a queen, an army, and subjects to take care of.However since the first flame has been usurped dragons and other monstrosities have become more common and more dangerous citizens of Londor can no longer live in peace desperate for a solution The Lord of Hollows creates a portal to another world and takes his subjects through it.

In ages past, an Undead sought answers in the land of gods. Then he sought destiny. And then he sought out mercy, for those who he honored. Then he finally sought an eternal rest, and found it as kindling for the First Flame. So he thought, as he instead found himself awoken and entombed in ash and stone eons later. And now he must find something else to seek out. (Rewrite Pending)

Yes, indeed. It is called Remnant, where the Four Kingdoms of the Headmasters stood to protect the people from its own darkness. But even then, only a select few truly knew the truth that lay hidden even from the darkness shed by the light. Those who knew understood that there were only Ozpin or Salem. None knew of a Third. None but they remember the Third—or rather, the First.

When the Chosen Undead is unable to die, and his burden of relighting the Fire never cease, what happens when he meets the first kind woman he has met on his travels? He falls in love. But that love is a story that may never be known, so when Jaune must take up the mantle of the Chosen Undead's failure, will he know his old love? Or will the Dark consume him?

A stranger, found during one of Oobleck's excursions, finds himself in a new age. But with no fire or dark, what can he do? And while Remnant's players scheme over each other, he knows, for better or for worse, not much will change. This isn't that story anyways. Inspired by Lithos Maitreya's "The Wolf in December". (takes place between V2-3)